fight for day

After eating supper for a long time, it was past nine o'clock at night when I got home. Lu Zhou came out of the shower and wanted to play a video for his mother. As a result, there was a long list of unread messages in the concentration camp group. Lu Zhou clicked on it first. They are all making various accusations against Ye Zhuming for asking for a pillow.

Of course, the main complainants were Ba Ma and Bai Suzhen, with occasional sarcasm mixed in.Lu Zhou scribbled a few glances, was puzzled by the high rate of "angry but not visible", and humbly asked for advice.

Lu Zhou: What does it mean to be angry without showing it?

Ba Ma typed quickly: it means "Although I am very angry, I dare not show it".

Lu Zhou considers himself to be an internet-addicted teenager—youth, why have you never heard of this term?

Ba Ma continued as if seeing through his mind through the network cable: It belongs to Ye Zhuming's derivative vocabulary.

Lu Zhou: ...What is "Ye Zhuming's Derivative Vocabulary"?

Bai Suzhen: Sister Chi, send him a copy of the book.

Chi Huan must be spying on the screen, and quickly dumped out a document: exclusive secret book, don't spread it outside.

Lu Zhou: Follow orders!

The confidentiality of this file is very high. Folders are stacked on top of folders. Seven or eight are wrapped like Russian dolls, and the names are all red.Lu Zhou went down patiently, and finally saw the true face of Mount Lu.

It is a Word document, the subject is: Ye Zhuming Feeding Guide.

Lu Zhou: "..."

He slid down, and there was a large section of precautions marked in red and bold, which were nothing more than nonsense such as "do not spread", "keep confidential".

On the first page, the title is "Multi-faceted Analysis of Ye Zhuming".

"Beautiful talk and outbursts of temper"

"Disabled Personality"

"Beautiful and smart are only beautiful, and tough men have no tenderness"

In contrast to all these, two pages of A4 paper are eloquently sprinkled.

The next page is "Ye Zhuming's Sassy Collection".

"My ability can be questioned, but my face can't."

"If you love me, then you have vision. If I love you, then I'm a fool."

"There are 1800 giant pandas in China, but Ye Zhuming has only one. I hope you have a little bit of a clue about how I should be treated."

This one has five pages.

There are more than 20 documents in total. Lu Zhou saw that it was made to spoof Ye Zhuming, so he was not interested in reading more, and returned the documents to play a video for his mother.

It took a long time to connect. The woman in the picture looks in her early forties. The loss of collagen in her face highlights her superior bone appearance.

"Ouch." Lu Zhou smiled, "Who is this beauty!"

The woman smiled, with faint fine lines around her eyes.

"Why are you starting the video at this hour?" Tan Zhenyue straightened her phone, her face filled the screen, her hands were smeared with skin care products.

"I went out to have a barbecue with my colleagues tonight, and I just came back not long ago." Lu Zhou turned down the volume of the TV, "Did you put my picture in a small frame again!?"

Tan Zhenyue nodded while applying eye cream: "Yes."

"Ms. Tan, you will lose my handsome and filial son." Lu Zhou complained.

Tan Zhenyue: "Hehe."

Lu Zhou: "...By the way, my sister has gone to Tibet these few days."

Tan Zhenyue: "Oh. How do you feel at work these days? Are your colleagues getting along well?"

Lu Zhou pursed his lips: "Listen to my sister, the company—"

Tan Zhenyue raised her eyebrows slightly: "What does Lu Qianye's company have to do with me?" Her voice suddenly raised, "What does it have to do with you?"

Again.

Lu Zhou knew that at this time, he should immediately follow Tan Zhenyue's wishes to apologize and then change the subject, but he drank wine and ate spicy food on an empty stomach today, and now his stomach feels uncomfortable and his head is dizzy, so he doesn't want to follow her for some reason. : "How can you say it doesn't matter? From a utilitarian point of view, I still have a lot of shares."

"How much money do you need?" Tan Zhenyue looked at him coldly.

Lu Zhou felt that his mother might have misunderstood the quantifier "several", and sighed, "Mom, it's the family business of the Lu family. My surname is Lu anyway."

Tan Zhenyue moved her cheeks slightly, as if she was pressing something, and said slowly, "Lu Zhou, you should know how much I hate your surname."

Some bad episodes flashed in Lu Zhou's mind, he frowned, and said softly, "Mom, don't be angry, I'll just talk about it. Actually, if you really mind, I can change Tan's surname too." Lu Zhou really doesn't care, as long as Make Tan Zhenyue happy.

Tan Zhenyue sneered: "You think I didn't mention it? It was all stopped by Lu Qianye." Her tone was full of disgust, "You really have a good sister."

Lu Zhou was silent, and the fire in his stomach seemed to spread to his heart: "Mom, that's your daughter who was born in October."

Tan Zhenyue was also silent, and said after a while: "So I not only disgust her, but I also disgust myself."

The fire finally reached his throat, and Lu Zhou almost rushed to the bathroom to hold the toilet and started to vomit, until he vomited out all the food he ate at night and finally felt better.He pressed the flush button, and Tan Zhenyue's eager voice came faintly: "Zhouzhou! What's the matter? Zhouzhou!"

She ran away in a hurry just now, and the video was not turned off. Tan Zhenyue was in a hurry when she heard the voice, and when Lu Zhou appeared on the screen again, she asked, "Did you vomit? Is the barbecue you ate at night a roadside stall? If you feel uncomfortable, go ahead." Go to the hospital."

Lu Zhou smiled: "It's not that exaggerated, it's just a little uncomfortable. I agree that the food here is quite spicy, and I'm not used to it for the first time."

Tan Zhenyue looked concerned: "Then I'd better find you an aunt—just Xiao Ran, you love her cooking."

Before Lu Zhou came, Lu Yangye wanted to find him an aunt, but was stopped by Tan Zhenyue, saying that he couldn't live with Lu Zhou being such an adult?

In the end, when she saw Lu Zhou suffer, she was the first to feel distressed.

Worry and self-blame were written on his face, Lu Zhou looked at Tan Zhenyue, thinking about what he was anxious for, he had been doing this for more than ten years.So she shook her head and said it was really unnecessary, and promised again and again that she would eat well in the future, and Tan Zhenyue gave up the idea after talking a lot.

Tan Zhenyue still felt distressed, so Lu Zhou had no choice but to change the topic to what Tan Zhenyue was most interested in: "There are two beauties in my department."

Tan Zhenyue's eyes really lit up: "Really? Do you have any photos? Show me, do they have a date?"

There must be no photos, Lu Zhou said: "The object should not be—"

The joy on Tan Zhenyue's face grew brighter: "That's really great! Civil servants are clean and nice to say. In the future, when they get married, they will work hard and have time to take care of their children..."

Lu Zhou was stunned: "Mom! What are you thinking!" How could this be the case!

Tan Zhenyue was dissatisfied: "Of course I want to get down to business. Don't worry about working in the Public Security Bureau. Your only goal is to find me a daughter-in-law. This is—"

Lu Zhou looked constipated: "It's alright, alright, I like others, but they may not necessarily like me." He suddenly thought of Ye Zhuming, so he sent Tan Zhenyue the magazine cover he had taken earlier.

Tan Zhenyue snorted: "What did you post—" Tan Zhenyue's eyes lit up slightly when she saw the photo, "This is your colleague?"

Lu Zhou said vaguely: "It's beautiful."

Tan Zhenyue nodded: "Pretty, but she definitely doesn't like you."

Lu Zhou smiled: "But Mom, you know me, superficial, just look at my face."

Tan Zhenyue clicked her tongue: "I know your virtue, I didn't ask you to look for an ugly one, but you can't dream of such a beautiful one... Isn't this a toad who wants to eat swan meat? Does she look like some big star? See Looks familiar."

Although he was dissed inexplicably, Lu Zhou smiled in a good mood: "Mom, this is a man, the boss of my department, and a mixed race."

Tan Zhenyue's expression froze slightly, and she suddenly slapped her forehead: "I remember, is this the model!" She left the screen, her slippers clattered away, and came back clattering after a while, Tan Zhenyue Yue has several magazines in his hands.

She held up a book facing the screen: "This!"

The cover is exactly what Lu Zhoufa used to look like.

Lu Zhou was also stunned: "You know him?"

"The model from many years ago, Elijah, I collected almost all his magazines because of his beauty." Tan Zhenyue rubbed the magazines, "I said it looks familiar."

"Is he hot?" Lu Zhou asked.

"It's hard not to be popular for a long time, but his debut time is very short - probably less than a year. I also said that he switched to filming," Tan Zhenyue was a little puzzled, "Why is he also a civil servant? You guys Du Cheng City Bureau buried the golden baby?"

Lu Zhou rubbed his nose, thinking of Ye Zhuming's Aston Martin, he dared not speak.

Tan Zhenyue suddenly realized something was wrong: "You said you like beautiful ones, and then sent me his photo... Is that what I mean?"

Lu Zhou waved his hands again and again: "Don't worry, your son likes beautiful girls. I sent his photo to tell you that there are such top handsome men in the department, so other beauties may not be able to fall in love with me. Don't hug me too much." Hope, at least don't worry."

Tan Zhenyue snorted: "That's not necessarily the case. Just look at this kind of man. Not many women want their husbands to be prettier than themselves... You have to work hard. The hardware is not as good as it is. Put more effort into the software. There are so many cosmetics piled up, I will send you a few boxes some other day and you will give them to them, boys should be more generous, search for them, which girl wants to follow you."

Lu Zhou responded repeatedly, chatted with Tan Zhenyue, and then hung up the video.

He mixed a glass of honey water for himself, and the movie channel was playing the 71 edition of "Soulbreak in Venice". The beautiful boy Byrne was standing in the elevator, his smile was charming.

Lu Zhou took a sip of warm water and sent Ye Zhuming a WeChat message.

"Captain Ye, are you asleep? I want to ask you something."

Ye Zhuming replied quickly: "Talk."

Lu Zhou touched his chin, "I'm a little curious about how you came to the Yijing Bureau when you were a good model back then."

This question is inappropriate, too prying into privacy.

Lu Zhou deleted it again, and typed again: "I was reading your magazine this afternoon, and I was a little curious about your time as a model."

The sending was successful, and Ye Zhuming got back a voice.

"I'm a mixed race. My mother is the editor-in-chief of French Vogue. I've been exposed to it a lot since I was a child. I'm also very interested in this industry. In addition, my appearance is not bad. After graduating from high school, I stopped school for a year and went to work as a model. .”

Lu Zhou said: "You are too modest, my mother is your fan."

Just now Tan Zhenyue took a photo of a magazine, there must be seven or eight copies, and Lu Zhou also sent it to Ye Zhuming by the way.

This time, Ye Zhuming didn't send a message, but dialed directly via video.

Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment and still connected. Ye Zhuming obviously just took a shower, his hair was wet, his skin was pale, and his lips were bright red, like a siren crawling out of the water.

Ye Zhuming wiped his hair with the mobile phone in one hand, glanced at the screen and then pursed his lips: "Raise your hands up—yes, the camera is slightly higher than your eyes."

Lu Zhou obeyed obediently.

Ye Zhuming said with satisfaction: "Yes, use this angle when you start a video with me in the future, don't shoot from bottom to top like an old cadre. You are not handsome enough to have no blind spots like me."

Lu Zhou: "...OK."

"Those magazines have been around for a while, did Auntie keep them all the time?" Ye Zhuming asked.

Lu Zhou nodded: "My mother is very trendy. There is a study room at home dedicated to storing fashion magazines. I am usually not allowed in, haha. If I hadn't seen the cover of your magazine today and took a picture for her, I would have given it to her." I didn't know that Team Ye was so successful as a model back then. She still regrets that she didn't collect all your covers."

Ye Zhuming's eyelashes trembled violently, and he said with a smile: "That's just luck, just in time for the remake of "Soulbreak Venice". The beautiful boy is very popular, so I became a little popular. The traditional aesthetics of foreign countries don't really like me. This one."

Ye Zhuming is pretty sure about his looks.Although Lu Zhou didn't like this kind of overly feminine appearance, but in all fairness, Ye Zhuming's face was spotless, very photogenic, and he was not affected at all in the video.

So Lu Zhou said: "But you are still popular, and your good looks can make people abandon prejudice to a certain extent. I think Team Ye is very heroic and beautiful."

This rainbow fart is obviously very well blown, Ye Zhuming slightly pressed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Little fart is quite sweet - come to my house now if you have time, I can send a set of all the magazine covers To Auntie, if she is serious." Ye Zhuming blinked.

Of course Tan Zhenyue was serious. She just said that she would mail the magazine together and ask Ye Zhuming to sign it before mailing it.

Lu Zhou pretended to decline: "That's so embarrassing." He didn't need to change his T-shirt and shorts, but changed into slippers and said, "Which floor is Team Ye's house on?"

Ye Zhuming said: "Unit six, on the ninth floor, I will send you the password to open the door."

There are very few people wandering around in this neighborhood. Lu Zhou used the elevator code issued by Ye Zhuming to go up to the ninth floor, then looked at the second string of codes issued by Ye Zhuming and hesitated for a moment. He still did not open it directly, but pressed The doorbell rang.

The sound insulation in this neighborhood is actually very good, but Ye Zhuming's roar still came over: "Open it yourself!"

Lu Zhou had no choice but to enter the password to open the door. He said to himself, brother, you too believe in the trust between people.

After all, it is in a community. The layout of Ye Zhuming's home is similar to that of Lu Zhou's, but the style is very different. Unlike his Chinese style, which is full of solid wood, Ye Zhuming's home is decorated in pure European style, full of a strong sense of luxury.

Ye Zhuming only wore a pair of cotton and linen trousers, with his back facing him, and his upper body was in a perfect inverted triangle shape. When he heard the sound, he patted the box next to him: "It's all here...not too many. There are only 26 copies together."

Lu Zhou himself was not keen on these things, and he cheekily accepted Ye Zhuming's gift to make Tan Zhenyue happy. Out of politeness, he flipped through them and found that although these magazines were old, they were still very new. It is carefully guarded.

Lu Zhou didn't know whether magazines were also collectibles, so he said euphemistically, "This magazine of Team Ye should be quite meaningful now."

Ye Zhuming didn't care: "It's just a few pieces of paper—it doesn't have any artistic or other value, so it's a waste of time to make my aunt happy." He smiled, "Speaking of which, I also have a study room for magazines. "

Lu Zhou felt relieved, after all, talking about money with an artist depends on the occasion—especially an artist like Ye Zhuming, who is uncertain.

Yes, ever since he knew that Ye Zhuming had been a model, Lu Zhou added another item to his label.

Lu Zhou brought a marker pen and expressed Ms. Tan's appeal.

Ye Zhuming seemed a little surprised. Before signing, he took a newspaper and practiced Elijah for several times. He didn't sign the magazine until he was satisfied.

There are more than 20 magazines. Lu Zhou wanted Ye Zhuming to sign a few of them meaningfully, but Ye Zhuming meticulously signed all of them. He even wrote a profuse thank you to Ms. Tan for liking it, and praised Lu A few words in the daytime, with a blessing at the end.

It's like a [-]-word short essay.

Lu Zhou accepted the magazine dumbfounded and thanked him, and had nothing to say: "Captain Ye lives alone too?" He noticed it when he entered the door, only Ye Zhuming's shoes were there.

Ye Zhuming hummed lightly.

Lu Zhou continued: "I heard that your mother is Greek, are your uncles and aunts abroad?"

"No." Ye Zhuming pulled off the towel covering his shoulders, "My mother is gone."

Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, and said apologetically to Ye Zhuming's peaceful and indifferent eyes, "I'm sorry."

"It's been more than ten years, and I'm used to it." Ye Zhuming sat cross-legged on the sofa, "My father is underground."

In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered what Chi Huan had said that he hesitated to say in the afternoon.

Ye Zhuming grew up abroad, became a successful model, but gave up his brilliant future and suddenly returned to China to become a policeman, a special job.

It's a shame I didn't ask Ye Zhuming directly why he didn't continue to be a model.

Lu Zhou hugged the cardboard box and pushed down the elevator, sighing faintly.

Neither is easy.